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[pimpcoatbankai]

A rancour most unkind hath claimed the countenance of my dearest friend! To whit I have ne'er seen her so lacking in her senses, so untempered by kind words or entreaties of mercy. It is I fear some scheme of some nefarious nature coordinated by our topiary captor that hath changed her being

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[snowburned]

What in the world are you babbling about?

[pimpcoatbankai]

Fie! Hast thou reclaimed thy senses, oh tiny Tartar?

[snowburned]

I never lost them. But I'm starting to think you have.

[pimpcoatbankai]

It is not mine own hand that thwarts me thus! 'Tis some foul game of the branched dictator in whose boughs we come to be imprisoned.

Now is not the time for us to speak of such trivialities. Thy nature was most altered, to your own self hath you returned?

[snowburned]

Ah. That again. I'm glad it missed me this time.

Toushi, I've been reading old medical files all day. I haven't seen you since breakfast.

[pimpcoatbankai]

Thou speakest as if some knowledge of this affliction which I do suffer you have in your possession.

Upon my honour and my word that is not so! Untruths your quill doth shape. Not one hour has passed since I found myself avoiding the wicked curve of your scythe! From whence did such a cruel weapon you obtain? Surely thou hath not ascended to the pinnacle of ultimate release which our good friend Kiba doth possess without informing me thus?

[snowburned]

It happened a few months ago. Kiba sounded ridiculous for days. I laughed.

That's completely--wait. Scythe?

[pimpcoatbankai]

Forsooth, if there is justice in this accursed Sphere then on some blessed day thou too shall knowest the pain of this indignity!

Hath thy faculties alluded thee once more? Was that not what I most plainly wrote amidst this sea of flowing prose most excessive and rife with circumlocution? A wicked, curved scythe thou didst wield. From my trunk my head thou didst most insistently try to remove.

[snowburned]

Toushi, that was not me. Look--describe who you saw, in detail. I need to know.

[pimpcoatbankai]

...Truly I did not think it could be thee, though my eyes and senses did tell me otherwise. This Kazahana's vitality felt altered from thine, dark and twisted. Her eyes seemed strange, they were not the self-same violet orbs that expressively grace thy face; blank and listless they were and of bestial nature did they seem akin. No light of recognition did shine in them when I did call upon her to desist.

This doppelganger's hair was in truth not locks of deepest ebony of thine own raven hued locks, but somewhat paler in imitation. Her skin was not kissed with the rosy hues that colour thy cheek. Yet so alike thee in stature and spiritual nature was she that I knew not what to make of her.

Weeds of a peculiar sort adorned her small frame; pale and ragged, to the hip they did fall loose and immodest.

...If thou makest light of my words I shall behave most ungentlemanly towards thee Kazahaha.

[snowburned]

Damn. It is her.

[pimpcoatbankai]

Thou knowest this impostor?

[snowburned]

Yes. I remember what she looked like the last time this happened.

[pimpcoatbankai]

And thou knowest how best to engage her?

[snowburned]

Unfortunately not. The last time she was here, I hadn't found Sode no Shirayuki yet.

[pimpcoatbankai]

Then in battle I shall engage her; t'would be best that thine eyes be called upon to bear witness until her weakness can be ascertained.

Alack! What wretched trickery this is.